The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Gin and Juice

The gin and juice on my lips

What could be better than this?

Going around the cities like a homeless

Meeting some strangers, smokers, players

(Do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, of course, you naughty girl)



It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities



And the gin I had wasn’t that bad, so I had one more

He gave me 50 euros, so we gotta get drunk

What a badass

It’s time to leave my daddies

And forgot my shameless past

Maybe it’s time to get drunk

What about gin and juice?



It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities



Don’t wake me up

I don’t want to cry myself to sleep

I just want to say goodbye to Flora’s era



It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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